Chords for SIMANI -Nfld. Song -Sheila Patricia Story by Bud Davidge
Tempo:
85.05 bpm
Chords used:
G#
C#
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B]
[F#]
[B] My name is Sandy [F#] Hayward, I come from Baden [B]-Orr.
I [F#] swear I've been a fisherman since the day that I was [B] born.
From [F#] a dory to a dragger, to me it [B] mattered none.
My comrades all [F#] were sailing men, and the ocean was [B] my home.
Now the Lord is dead, my [F#] captain, that much I know for [B] sure.
[F#] In proof of which I'm sitting here, and now I'm eighty [B]-four.
But [F#] the time that I won't soon forget was in April fifty [B]-eight.
And if the good Lord [F#] wasn't on my side, I wouldn't be here [B] today.
My story now [F#] I'll tell to you as I recall the [B] same.
On [F#] a dragger out of Mulgrave, I'll never forget [B] her name.
[F#] She was the Sheila Patricia, Lillie Hillier in [B] command.
Three of our crew [F#] were Scotia boys, and the rest from [B] Newfoundland.
We were sailing to [F#] the fishing grounds on a foggy rolling [B] sea.
[F#] Around eleven o'clock with all things well, I was catching a little [B] sleep.
[F#] When all at once the shout went up, our vessels all [B] ablaze.
And it soon began [F#] to look as if that death would be [B] our fate.
[F#]
[B] [G#]
[C#] The galley stove [G#] exploded, that's what caused the raging [C#] hell.
[G#] And our attempts to stop the blaze were all to no [C#] avail.
[G#] And so the Sheila rudderless, with trottle [C#] open wide,
In helpless [G#] circles of fire, the ocean did [C#] instride.
The captain's [G#] courage gave some hope, it froze up our [C#] distress.
He [G#] faced the flaming wheelhouse to send out [C#] SOS.
[G#] But then he made a grave mistake, convinced was best [C#] to leave.
With six men more [G#] went overboard when they caught their [C#] lifeboat free.
Oh how we worked [G#] to save our friends, but little could [C#] we do.
[G#] We threw them everything we had that they might cling [C#] on to.
[G#] To try to save the lifeboat crew when shipmate Max [C#] well dodged.
Faced the fire to steer, but [G#] from cold and fear, the three died in [C#] the fog.
For seventy [G#] exhausting hours we stared that devil [C#] down.
[G#] Till everything on deck was burned, but still we [C#] labored on.
The [G#] fairbanks stopped, but still the blaze, its fury did [C#] ensue.
Fully bent [G#] on wiping out the Sheila and [C#] her crew.
Now no one knows [G#] almighty God and what he has [C#] in mind.
[G#] Why for us trapped on the Sheila's bow, he lengthened out [C#] our time.
[G#] Perhaps it was the spirit of our old friend Billy [C#] Dodge.
Now seventy years [G#] and a life at sea, but he never was lost [C#] for long.
After seven more hours [G#] all burnt and bruised, and neither food [C#] nor drink.
I [G#] could plainly see this was our end, what else was there [C#] to think.
[G#] But then about five-thirty, out of the mist [C#] and fog.
Came the trawler, the [G#] sub-ruler, like an angel sent [C#] from God.
So now my friends, [G#] I've told my tale, and I'm happy to [C#] relay.
[G#] I never thought I'd see this day, back in April [C#] fiftieth.
[G#] I thank the Lord for what he did, though sad it makes [C#] me too.
For the good ship Sheila, [G#] Patricia, and all of her [C#] gallant crew.
[F#]
[B] My name is Sandy [F#] Hayward, I come from Baden [B]-Orr.
I [F#] swear I've been a fisherman since the day that I was [B] born.
From [F#] a dory to a dragger, to me it [B] mattered none.
My comrades all [F#] were sailing men, and the ocean was [B] my home.
Now the Lord is dead, my [F#] captain, that much I know for [B] sure.
[F#] In proof of which I'm sitting here, and now I'm eighty [B]-four.
But [F#] the time that I won't soon forget was in April fifty [B]-eight.
And if the good Lord [F#] wasn't on my side, I wouldn't be here [B] today.
My story now [F#] I'll tell to you as I recall the [B] same.
On [F#] a dragger out of Mulgrave, I'll never forget [B] her name.
[F#] She was the Sheila Patricia, Lillie Hillier in [B] command.
Three of our crew [F#] were Scotia boys, and the rest from [B] Newfoundland.
We were sailing to [F#] the fishing grounds on a foggy rolling [B] sea.
[F#] Around eleven o'clock with all things well, I was catching a little [B] sleep.
[F#] When all at once the shout went up, our vessels all [B] ablaze.
And it soon began [F#] to look as if that death would be [B] our fate.
[F#]
[B] [G#]
[C#] The galley stove [G#] exploded, that's what caused the raging [C#] hell.
[G#] And our attempts to stop the blaze were all to no [C#] avail.
[G#] And so the Sheila rudderless, with trottle [C#] open wide,
In helpless [G#] circles of fire, the ocean did [C#] instride.
The captain's [G#] courage gave some hope, it froze up our [C#] distress.
He [G#] faced the flaming wheelhouse to send out [C#] SOS.
[G#] But then he made a grave mistake, convinced was best [C#] to leave.
With six men more [G#] went overboard when they caught their [C#] lifeboat free.
Oh how we worked [G#] to save our friends, but little could [C#] we do.
[G#] We threw them everything we had that they might cling [C#] on to.
[G#] To try to save the lifeboat crew when shipmate Max [C#] well dodged.
Faced the fire to steer, but [G#] from cold and fear, the three died in [C#] the fog.
For seventy [G#] exhausting hours we stared that devil [C#] down.
[G#] Till everything on deck was burned, but still we [C#] labored on.
The [G#] fairbanks stopped, but still the blaze, its fury did [C#] ensue.
Fully bent [G#] on wiping out the Sheila and [C#] her crew.
Now no one knows [G#] almighty God and what he has [C#] in mind.
[G#] Why for us trapped on the Sheila's bow, he lengthened out [C#] our time.
[G#] Perhaps it was the spirit of our old friend Billy [C#] Dodge.
Now seventy years [G#] and a life at sea, but he never was lost [C#] for long.
After seven more hours [G#] all burnt and bruised, and neither food [C#] nor drink.
I [G#] could plainly see this was our end, what else was there [C#] to think.
[G#] But then about five-thirty, out of the mist [C#] and fog.
Came the trawler, the [G#] sub-ruler, like an angel sent [C#] from God.
So now my friends, [G#] I've told my tale, and I'm happy to [C#] relay.
[G#] I never thought I'd see this day, back in April [C#] fiftieth.
[G#] I thank the Lord for what he did, though sad it makes [C#] me too.
For the good ship Sheila, [G#] Patricia, and all of her [C#] gallant crew.
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ My name is Sandy [F#] _ Hayward, I come from Baden [B]-Orr.
I [F#] swear I've been a fisherman since the day that I was [B] born.
From [F#] a dory to a dragger, to me it [B] mattered none.
My comrades all [F#] were sailing men, and the ocean was [B] my home.
Now the Lord is dead, my [F#] captain, that much I know for [B] sure.
_ [F#] In proof of which I'm sitting here, and now I'm eighty [B]-four.
But [F#] the time that I won't soon forget was in April fifty [B]-eight.
And if the good Lord [F#] wasn't on my side, I wouldn't be here [B] today.
_ My story now [F#] I'll tell to you as I recall the [B] same.
On [F#] a dragger out of Mulgrave, I'll never forget [B] her name.
[F#] She was the Sheila Patricia, Lillie Hillier in [B] command.
_ Three of our crew [F#] were Scotia boys, and the rest from [B] Newfoundland.
We were sailing to [F#] the fishing grounds on a foggy rolling [B] sea.
[F#] Around eleven o'clock with all things well, I was catching a little [B] sleep.
[F#] When all at once the shout went up, our vessels all [B] ablaze.
And it soon began [F#] to look as if that death would be [B] our fate. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [G#] _ _
[C#] The galley stove [G#] exploded, that's what caused the raging [C#] hell. _
[G#] And our attempts to stop the blaze were all to no [C#] avail.
[G#] And so the Sheila _ rudderless, with trottle [C#] open wide,
In helpless [G#] circles of fire, the ocean did [C#] instride.
The captain's [G#] courage gave some hope, it froze up our [C#] distress.
He [G#] faced the flaming _ wheelhouse to send out [C#] SOS. _
[G#] But then he made a grave mistake, convinced was best [C#] to leave.
With six men more [G#] went overboard when they caught their [C#] lifeboat free. _
Oh how we worked [G#] to save our friends, but little could [C#] we do. _
[G#] We threw them everything we had that they might cling [C#] on to.
[G#] To try to save the lifeboat crew when shipmate Max [C#] well dodged.
Faced the fire to steer, but [G#] from cold and fear, the three died in [C#] the fog.
For seventy [G#] exhausting hours we stared that devil [C#] down.
[G#] Till everything on deck was burned, but still we [C#] labored on.
The [G#] fairbanks stopped, but still the blaze, its fury did [C#] ensue. _
Fully bent [G#] on wiping out the Sheila and [C#] her crew. _
Now no one knows [G#] almighty God and what he has [C#] in mind.
[G#] Why for us trapped on the Sheila's bow, he lengthened out [C#] our time.
[G#] Perhaps it was the spirit of our old friend Billy [C#] Dodge.
Now seventy years [G#] and a life at sea, but he never was lost [C#] for long. _
After seven more hours [G#] all burnt and bruised, and neither food [C#] nor drink.
I [G#] could plainly see this was our end, what else was there [C#] to think. _
[G#] But then about five-thirty, out of the mist [C#] and fog.
Came the trawler, the [G#] sub-ruler, like an angel sent [C#] from God.
So now my friends, [G#] I've told my tale, and I'm happy to [C#] relay. _
[G#] I never thought I'd see this day, back in April [C#] fiftieth. _
[G#] I thank the Lord for what he did, though sad it makes [C#] me too.
For the good ship Sheila, [G#] Patricia, and all of her [C#] gallant crew. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ My name is Sandy [F#] _ Hayward, I come from Baden [B]-Orr.
I [F#] swear I've been a fisherman since the day that I was [B] born.
From [F#] a dory to a dragger, to me it [B] mattered none.
My comrades all [F#] were sailing men, and the ocean was [B] my home.
Now the Lord is dead, my [F#] captain, that much I know for [B] sure.
_ [F#] In proof of which I'm sitting here, and now I'm eighty [B]-four.
But [F#] the time that I won't soon forget was in April fifty [B]-eight.
And if the good Lord [F#] wasn't on my side, I wouldn't be here [B] today.
_ My story now [F#] I'll tell to you as I recall the [B] same.
On [F#] a dragger out of Mulgrave, I'll never forget [B] her name.
[F#] She was the Sheila Patricia, Lillie Hillier in [B] command.
_ Three of our crew [F#] were Scotia boys, and the rest from [B] Newfoundland.
We were sailing to [F#] the fishing grounds on a foggy rolling [B] sea.
[F#] Around eleven o'clock with all things well, I was catching a little [B] sleep.
[F#] When all at once the shout went up, our vessels all [B] ablaze.
And it soon began [F#] to look as if that death would be [B] our fate. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [G#] _ _
[C#] The galley stove [G#] exploded, that's what caused the raging [C#] hell. _
[G#] And our attempts to stop the blaze were all to no [C#] avail.
[G#] And so the Sheila _ rudderless, with trottle [C#] open wide,
In helpless [G#] circles of fire, the ocean did [C#] instride.
The captain's [G#] courage gave some hope, it froze up our [C#] distress.
He [G#] faced the flaming _ wheelhouse to send out [C#] SOS. _
[G#] But then he made a grave mistake, convinced was best [C#] to leave.
With six men more [G#] went overboard when they caught their [C#] lifeboat free. _
Oh how we worked [G#] to save our friends, but little could [C#] we do. _
[G#] We threw them everything we had that they might cling [C#] on to.
[G#] To try to save the lifeboat crew when shipmate Max [C#] well dodged.
Faced the fire to steer, but [G#] from cold and fear, the three died in [C#] the fog.
For seventy [G#] exhausting hours we stared that devil [C#] down.
[G#] Till everything on deck was burned, but still we [C#] labored on.
The [G#] fairbanks stopped, but still the blaze, its fury did [C#] ensue. _
Fully bent [G#] on wiping out the Sheila and [C#] her crew. _
Now no one knows [G#] almighty God and what he has [C#] in mind.
[G#] Why for us trapped on the Sheila's bow, he lengthened out [C#] our time.
[G#] Perhaps it was the spirit of our old friend Billy [C#] Dodge.
Now seventy years [G#] and a life at sea, but he never was lost [C#] for long. _
After seven more hours [G#] all burnt and bruised, and neither food [C#] nor drink.
I [G#] could plainly see this was our end, what else was there [C#] to think. _
[G#] But then about five-thirty, out of the mist [C#] and fog.
Came the trawler, the [G#] sub-ruler, like an angel sent [C#] from God.
So now my friends, [G#] I've told my tale, and I'm happy to [C#] relay. _
[G#] I never thought I'd see this day, back in April [C#] fiftieth. _
[G#] I thank the Lord for what he did, though sad it makes [C#] me too.
For the good ship Sheila, [G#] Patricia, and all of her [C#] gallant crew. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _